Whats Good for the Body...

The sound of an axe hitting wood filtered through the Vega Estate. A noise that every member of the household had grown used too, as they were all supposed to take turns with the chores. And today was Vangelos turn. He had been at it a while, as evidenced by the large pile of split wood scattered around an woodblock, and the fact that he had removed his shirt, folded it, and placed it on a table. A sheen of sweat had built up, though he hadn't stopped to wipe it away, only fixing his grip on the axe and going back to work.

Tock...Tock...Tock...

He stopped and lifted his hand up, using it to measure the time as the sun lowered itself towards the horizon. Bending, he started to gather wood and stack it in a neat pile. Lately, the wood piles were three times the size they normally were. And the woodblock used for chopping wood had been replaced nine times. Next to one of the buildings on the Vega Estate was a wooden barrel, filled with shattered axe handles and dented axe heads.

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"I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."